Mild love. It doesn’t count.
Either it is or it is not. Everything in between is not.
It has to burn.
To throw the flames.
Spewing the ashes eight kilometers into the air, like on Kamchatka the other day.
Fascinating information. Blazing flames, fire, ashes. What a force! That kind of love should be.
Igneous.
Bursting the hot rocks all around.
When these charges arise in a person, there are no obstacles. No hesitations, calculations, evaluations. It just explods.

Haiduk Veljko saw Čučuk Stana first time ever and proposed her immediately. That only, fateful encounter was enough to realize.
How much we share something from Hajduk Veljko or Čučuk Stana?
Are there at least particles of this heroic blood flowing in our veins?
Is there enough lava for at least three kilometers into the air, if not eight?